Answer:
I was sleeping when i some how floted out of my body. At first it was scared but sudently i was floting out of my house and soon i was in side the abandon house next to my house. that house had bin abandon for years like almost 25 to this day. In the middle of the first room there was a mirrow that was covered by a old dusty cloth; suddently the cloth fell to the ground. As i got closer to the mirrow i saw my reflection but it stated to change the hair started to turn white its eyes turned red its skin turned pail and it had to pink cheecks. the figure started to reach out the mirrow as it did its skin stated cracking like the mirrow. The figure reched out to me and sayed "You did this to me!" As soom as they sed that i woke up in my bed in a cold swet panting as if a was running. A fuw days later i was looking throu my old scketch books and i found a drawing of the same figure its name was Shadow. Heres a pic to show you.
Answer:
present perfect--->having voted
past perfect--->had achieved
future perfect--->will have protested
Explanation:
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Answer:
the quaran,...I think it's the answer
The answer would be C because an autobiography is a life story written by the person the story is about
Example:
Today is the day I'm going to the bake sale for school. I jumped out of bed and got dressed quicker then a jack rabbit. As I walked downstairs I could already smell fresh chocolate chip cookies that Mom has been making for the bake sale. "Good morning!" I yelled with exitement. "Good morning sweetie." she replied. I looked over her shoulder at the gewy, warm brownies. I wanted to grab one, mom interupted "No, these are for later and there not quite done yet." So she put the brownies back into the oven and started to clean a little. Hours passed and the brownies where done or so I thought...
Mom grabbed her purse and the brownies and got into the car so I followed. Once we where at the bake sell you could smell so many various aroma's such as pumpkin pie, sweet apple cobbler, and much more. When we got to our table Mom put the brownies on the table, and people started to gather around. Mom quickly took off the lid, and then I saw the brownies amass. "Oh no!" I said in a quite tone. Mom looked at me and said "Sorry, I guess it's still not finished. It was warm and perfect before we left."
Then I quickly started to convey, I looked at everyone's sweets and they where perfect. Everyone enjoyed theres, why did this happen to me? This isn't fair! I when't to the Principal which she was the one who started the bake sell. I said in a sad tone "Can you please end the bake sale?" she repied "Why?" I tolder her "Well my brownies are undercooked, and can't be eaten." For a few minutes I tried to mediate the principal, but it didn't work. Suddenly Mom ran up to me with a new box of brownies. I shouted "You got more brownies?" Mom replied "Yes, I did!" We whent back to the table and placed the brownies down, and a bunch of people amass around our table buying a brownie. I quickly reverted from a sad mood to a happy mood.
Remember you may give up, but anything can happen so just wait. Things happen for a pretty good reason.
I hope this help's you understand or even get a good idea.
